Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faust. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.